Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

"Bam—"

The crisp sound of glass breaking.

Blood flowed down his cheek, leaving a large area of ​​bright red.

The man wiped his face and looked at the female version of himself with the exact same wound in the same place.

Just when her head was about to hit him, he had already retracted his strength. A strong sense of cherishing his life surged out, covering up his original anger towards this woman.

——This woman is of the same mind and body as me.

She is him.

After quickly healing the wound on his forehead, the original owner Wuzan frowned and looked at Wuzan, who still had the wound in the same place: "How long do you plan to stay injured?"

"I'd love to." Muzan felt depressed and had no place to vent.

Why would this scumbag boss stop?

Didn’t you agree to beat her to death?

The original owner, Muzan, held up Muzan's face and looked at it left and right, and his heart trembled.

She was mesmerized by her own stunning beauty for a moment, and then she slowly spoke, "I will not allow you to be harmed in any way."

His tone brooked no argument.

"..."

"Because you are me, the most perfect king in the world."

"Divine gold." Muzan turned his face away and slapped away the hand of the original owner, Muzan.

If my injury would make the original owner Wuzan unhappy, then if I went out to bask in the sun...

When he thought of this exciting scene, Muzan actually became eager to try it.

"What are you excited about?" The original owner Wuzan asked coldly while leaning back on the sofa.

The man crossed his legs and walked in a lazy posture, his black shirt outlining his figure almost perfectly.

Perhaps it was a little hot in the room, so he took off his suit jacket and placed it casually on the armrest, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and unbuttoned his collar.

Wuzan stared at his clavicle: "Don't you know what I'm thinking?"

"It's no use thinking about it. If you have time to think about it, you might as well find a way to overcome the sunlight."

Knowing that the other person's personality is exactly the same as mine, it is useless to confront him head-on. After trying hard to find out, I found that my personality is too bad and he will not respond to any soft or hard tactics. No matter how hard or soft you try, PUA is useless.

Therefore, the original owner, Muzan, decided to use the ultimate move of "sincerity".

After hearing his words, Wuzan smiled faintly: "The method to overcome the sun~ I actually already know it."

"What?" The original owner, Wuzan's heart, began to beat violently. "What is the method?"

"Why are you so excited?" Wuzan touched the seven hearts on his body, "I won't tell you."

The original owner, Wuzan, was unwilling to give up and pressed on: "Don't you want to overcome the sunlight? Don't you want to walk in the sunlight?"

"Sunlight is your only weakness. If you overcome it, you won't die. As for me..." Muzan looked up at the ceiling made of strips of wood, "I really want to go back."

The original owner was miserable: "..."

His knuckles crackled and the original owner, Muzan, clenched his fists, wishing he could smash the woman's head off with one punch.

But after thinking it over calmly, he forced himself to endure it. After all, if he hit her, he would be the one who would suffer in the end.

——Forget it, this woman can’t escape from my control anyway.

He and she have a long future together.

……

The retirement life in Infinite City is really easy. The two Muzan don’t need to eat, drink or sleep. They either stare blankly or read books all day long.

Muzan removed and put on makeup again in front of the incomplete mirror, took off the hair bun behind her head and let her hair down, repeatedly fiddling with her appearance and admiring her beauty. Her narcissism index was off the charts.

"I am the strongest, I am the most beautiful, and I will never be wrong.

Repeat 10,000 times a day to prevent PUA. "

The original owner, Muzan, quietly watched the woman in front of him go crazy, but more than that, he also felt a narcissistic feeling in his heart.

"As expected of me."

Being able to admire himself from all angles like this, the original owner, Muzan, must have felt so happy.

Apart from being pissed off by myself every day, everything else is pretty comfortable.

Muzan didn't care about the delicate relationship between her and the original owner, Muzan, and just held his cheek and said with a smile: "Hey, it's miserable. I finally understand why I became you."

The corners of the man's mouth, which were still upturned a second ago, fell instantly: "What did you just call me?!"

"I'm Muzan. If you and I are the same, you should change your name to 'Henzan'."

"You!" The original owner, Muzan, was about to vent, but he suppressed his anger.

He finally understood what a subtle feeling it was to be angry with oneself.

His lungs were about to explode, and his blood vessels were nearly ruptured due to congestion. The original owner Wuzhan was desperately scratching the calfskin covering the sofa, and said in a gloomy voice: "Aren't you called 'Xiao Wu'? Isn't this enough for you to distinguish yourself?"

"But my name is also Wuzan, otherwise it always feels like I'm calling myself, which is weird."

"I am Muzan!" The original owner Muzan was so angry that he stood up and wished he could jump three feet high.

"Why are you so excited? That's stupid." The beautiful Muzan combed her wavy black hair slowly, "I want to have a beautiful hairstyle. Can you comb my hair?"

The original owner, Wuzan, was so angry that he laughed: "What do you want me to do? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

The ruby-like eyes glanced at him casually, and Muzan said arrogantly: "So you don't know how to do it? Then I will call Daki."

The original owner was miserable: "..."

What should I do? He seems to be unable to control himself...

……

Following a crisp sound of a pipa, Daki, who was applying lipstick in front of the mirror, was teleported to Muzan's room in the Infinite Castle.

She was still holding the lipstick brush and lipstick paper in her hands, and she stood there blankly with these two tools in her hands, with a confused look on her face, obviously she had not reacted yet.

Why was I suddenly called into Lord Muzan’s room?

And Lord Muzan is wearing women’s clothes!

Muzan was still sitting in front of the dressing mirror, noble and cool, but her eyes were always fixed on the empty sofa.

——Strange, why did he disappear as soon as Daki came?

Could this also be some kind of bug?

Seeing that Lord Muzan was slow to speak, Daki blushed first, then took the lead in greeting Muzan: "Greetings, Lord Muzan, how are you!"

"Da Ji, where is your brother?" Wuzan asked.

"Yes, I'll call my brother out right away. ——Brother, come out quickly!"

Daki shouted, and then her back bulged high and a fluorescent green head popped out.

Heads slowly popped out, more and more, and finally a man taller than Daki emerged.

The man was skinny and had a waist as thin as a bowl. He was Daki's brother and the Upper Sixth of the Twelve Demon Moons, who was ranked alongside Daki - Gifutaro.

The courtesan Taro also knelt down and saluted Muzan respectfully: "Greetings, Lord Muzan."

"Yeah." Wu Can responded indifferently, "I called you here today because I want to make some reforms."

"Reform?" The brother and sister were stunned and looked at each other.

"But before that," Muzan raised his red lips and hooked his finger at Daki, "Come here first..."

Before she could finish her words, Daki had already run over with joy, and teleported to Muzan's knees, resting her little head on his thigh.

"Lord Muzan..."

Daki's cheeks flushed as she waited quietly for Muzan to transform into a man.